Silent Conversations with Distant Stars

pictureque is this hillside scene
 bathed in a wash of beautiful twilight
 waves calmly break on the shores of a dream
 eloquent, the cool whispers of an ocean breeze.
 gaze upward to the cosmic ceiling
 the mighty sky is but a canves of memories
 a glistening sense of loss to send us reeling
 through an enchanting ballet, nonetheless
 these opens a moonlight path to the horizon
 a gateway from which a fragile form appears
 face smooth and pale as a porcellain doll
 skin as pure white as the container last seen in
 her realm is one of darkness
 an eternity within thoughts
 visible only to closed eyes
 her eyes shine like that of distant stars
 mute, she need never say a word for me.
 in my unconscious frame I hve found liberation
 from the dull ache of sorrow
 to extend a hand and pull her from this ethereal
 existence in dark reverie
 to keep the promise of never leaving
 in the face of dawn
 may we rejoice in slumber
 watch the horizon begin the glow
 the soft embrace falls away
 feel the beating heart begin to slow
 learn to grieve all over again
 my heart breacks with the dawn